Hi everyone! So for nanowrimo this year I didn't want to attempt a full length fic, so I decided instead to take on a 100 themes challenge.

I love IchiRuki so here we go. Each chapter will be 400-600 words probably, but some might go longer.

I hope you enjoy! If things go well I'll update weekly.


1. Introduction

Today's an important day.

Well, to most people it's a pretty ordinary day, but for Ichigo no time of the year carries more significance. Not even his birthday.

Today's the anniversary of his mother's death. Usually Ichigo would spend this time running around with his family, but merely one year after the grand fisher incident he's decided to change things up. The family is still coming, but they're about 30 minutes back at his request.

His sole company for the morning strolls slowly to his right, their hands comfortably entwined as they walk down the row of tombstones. She's wearing her large sunhat again this year and Ichigo almost wishes he could push it aside to read her facial expression. They continue on in silence, finally reaching their destination.

The gravestone looks the same as always. Kurosaki Masaki is still etched near the top and there don't seem to be any new chips. Ichigo takes a firm step towards the grave. Rukia joins him silently and her presence gives him strength.

"Hi mom." Ichigo speaks firmly. "It's good to see you again. I hope things have been well. I've been doing pretty good, saving the universe and stuff… Uh there's someone I want to introduce you to." Ichigo raises his right hand, naturally pulling Rukia's connect limb up with him. "This is Rukia. She's my girlfriend. She's made my life hell, let me tell you. Dragging me into illegal activities, forcing me to do her job for her. Actually, you might've seen her last year..."

"Hey, that wasn't all my fault." Rukia cuts in without thinking. "The job wouldn't have been bad if you were actually efficient at killing hollows, and Karin really should've known better than to stroll up to a cliff edge. Oh sorry…" Rukia drops Ichigo's hand and turns away, embarrassed at having interrupted Ichigo talking with his mom.

Ichigo doesn't hesitate and loops his arm through Rukia's, ensuring she can't step away. "See, she's a handful right? But I wanted to bring her to meet you mom. With Rukia I've…" Ichigo pauses to remove Rukia's sunhat, his eyes focusing on her instead of the grave. Rukia meets his gaze slowly, face still a little flushed from before. "I've had the best moments of my life." Ichigo leans down to peck Rukia on the lips, pleased when a smile returns to her face.

She glances towards the grave, figuring that she should share a few words too. "Don't let Ichigo fool you, he's even more of a handful than his massive sword. But he's also pretty great."

The two teens watch the tombstone silently, and Ichigo swears the wind picks up for just a second. "I think she likes you."


Alright here we go, November let's do it.